Prairie Chicken vs. uber charizard, Round Three
Pre-Round Stats
Prairie Chicken (1/1 Pokémon Remaining)
Cupcake (M) [Sand Veil]
Health: 93%
Energy: 65%
Status: Confused (moderate); did I kill him? Is he... ooh, tumbleweed! HAI TUMBLYWEED
Cupcake's Commands:
Flash ~
Spite/Poison Sting/Protect ~
Protect/Giga Drain/Grasswhistle
Barubu (1/1 Pokémon Remaining)
Max (M) [Flash Fire]
Health: 72%
Energy: 71%
Status: Flamethrower spited; sore, uncomfortable and having trouble seeing
Max's Commands:
Toxic ~ Heat Wave ~ Heat Wave/Hypnosis
Max's double team: 3 clones
Arena: Western Shootout
Wide open, dusty plains. The earth is parched, cracked, and devoid of any vegetation. The only available cover is behind large rocks, of which there are several.
Round Three: Begin
Max blinks furiously for a good thirty seconds, trying his hardest to restore his vision to something resembling acceptable. His eyes are still watering when he stops blinking at last, but some of the pain has subsided and he's pretty sure he can see Cupcake wobbling clumsily in place a few yards away. He takes a deep breath and holds it in, preparing to launch a nasty cocktail of toxins; his clones, flickering unconvincingly beside him in the sandstorm, do the same. The toxic attack manages to cross the gap between Vulpix and Cacnea, splattering all over Cupcake's face while he watches another tumbleweed trundle past.
Cupcake staggers back a few paces when the poisonous projectile catches him by surprise, effectively distracting him from the path of that oh-so-fascinating tumbleweed. Indignant and already irritated by the chemicals seeping through his skin he whirls around, then overbalances and falls onto his bottom. A few seconds of undignified flailing later sees the Cacnea giving up, pouting, and continuing his attack from his position on the ground. A flash of brilliant white light shines out of Cupcake's yellow eyes and, this time, manages to wreck Max's vision entirely. A kaleidoscope of shifting color spots dances in front of the little fox's eyes, the distant rocks and Cupcake reduced to indistinct blurs in the background.
Max doesn't feel terribly lucky as he sways on his feet, his head starting to ache with all of the vision troubles he's been having. The only thing going his way right now, in fact, is that his next move doesn't require much precision targeting--he doesn't know what he'd do if it did. The sand scratching away at his body is suddenly deflected by a blast of superheated wind that erupts outward from him. Max's ineffectual clones are unable to stand up to repeated abuse from the sandstorm
and the heat wave, and they dissolve into nothingness immediately. Cupcake, on the other hand, takes the full brunt of the widespread wave and is bowled backward several feet across the plains. He screams as the intense heat, far more than he'd ever dealt with in any desert, stings his skin and raises a few painful boils. Max cuts the attack off abruptly and squints across the arena, watching for any sign of movement from his opponent (however vague and indistinct). But Cupcake, too tender and startled to move at the moment, remains where he is. He's a little too upset and dazed to recall exactly what the hellish blast that just hit him was, but he doesn't have to be familiar with it to mess it up--the murky ghostly energy reemerges from his flower and weasels its way into Max's mind, addling his recollection of the proper sequence for a heat wave.
And... dammit, there's that funny feeling again, Max grumbles to himself after the furious Cupcake is done meddling with his thoughts. Trying to think through performing another heat wave makes the Vulpix's head throb even harder, but he doesn't have much choice at the moment--heat wave is what his trainer wants, and so heat wave is what that conniving little thorn bush is going to get right in the kisser. So he shuts his eyes and does his best to soldier through his discomfort, forcing another heat wave out after a great deal of mental strain. Exhausting as his effort is, it goes entirely unrewarded--the heat wave spreads out and reaches several feet to Cupcake's left, leaving the Cacnea feeling a little warm but not as crispy as he was before.
Cupcake, meanwhile, has forgotten his pain and dissolved into a hysterical giggle fit over on his side of the field. It is just as well that Max's attack missed, as whatever mysterious joke has thrown him into these paroxysms of laughter has driven any and all thoughts of protecting himself clear out of his mind. The Cacnea waves his arms wildly over his head as he hoots and guffaws, only half noticing when he accidentally strikes his own head and leaves a small divot in his skin with an arm spike. Max squints around desperately, his spirits only falling further when his hampered vision prevents him from seeing whatever hilarious thing Cupcake has discovered. What he wouldn't give for a reason to laugh right about now...
Round Three: Close
Post-Round Stats
Prairie Chicken (1/1 Pokémon Remaining)
Cupcake (M) [Sand Veil]
Health: 72%
Energy: 55%
Status: Confused (mild), Poisoned (very severe: 1% this round, 2% next); still giggling
Barubu (1/1 Pokémon Remaining)
Max (M) [Flash Fire]
Health: 69%
Energy: 50%
Status: Accuracy -1; Flamethrower and Heat Wave spited; barely able to see and very frustrated
Arena Status: A wild sandstorm rages across the plains, kicking dust and grit into the air and greatly reducing visibility.
Sandstorm: 3 rounds remaining
Ref's Notes
-Max's second heat wave missed.
-Cupcake was fully confused and hurt himself on the third action.
-Prolonged exposure to the sandstorm and heat wave has destroyed Max's clones.
-Strictly speaking, Barubu, the command summary at the end isn't necessary; if you're not going to use it, though, you need to make sure that what you do have clearly indicates which attacks are to be performed on which action.
-Terribly sorry for the lengthy wait, but
hopefully everything should be sorted out now. :|
-Prairie Chicken attacks first next round.
